Stepping off that plane 30 hours after you left your destination is pure ecstasy – it would seem life couldn’t get any better. That is until you hit that customs line… and there are those people pushing past you who are clearly unsure how a line works. Once you clear that hurdle then there’s baggage collection… a place where you must be on high alert. Those people that don’t know how to line up also struggle with the concept that that thick, red line a metre back from the carousel means keep your trolly behind that line. But oh no, that would make far too much sense. They’re in there with their trolly so close to the carousel no one can actually see their bags, let alone collect them. It would be quite amusing if you hadn’t had both your achilles taken out by a toddler who’s gone completely rogue with a trolly. But all is forgiven when you step out into that glorious European sunshine and take in the smell of those sweet freshly baked baguettes.
We spent 10 glorious days in Paris – eating, drinking and walking. We would hike across town to get to lunch or dinner, which is a great way to see a city and burn off all those sweet treats. It was magical being back amongst the flavours of Summer – peas, asparagus and strawberries were the highlights of many meals. Neither of us are that into museums or history stuff so our time was dedicated to munching our way through the fine food of Paris. Wax had done quite a bit of research as to where we should be eating and booked many places in advance. Here’s where we ate – Wax will go into a bit more detail in upcoming blog posts. We would go back to ALL these places, but our absolute favourites were Au Passage, Le Chateaubriand + Septime.
Le Chateaubriand 129 Avenue Parmentier
Septime 80 Rue de Charonne
L’Arpege 84 Rue de Varrenne
Clamato 80 Rue de Charonne
Semilla 54 Rue de Seine
Bones 43 Rue Godefroy Cavaignac
I gave the camera a rest this night.